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Mystical Illusions vs. Alex Williams

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Rivendell Called. They Want You Home By 10:00.

Fade in...

The deck of a ferry traversing the waters between Britain and mainland Europe. The sun is beginning to descend on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the ship's deck. The illumination reflects off of the water, creating wavering shadows across the ship. The patterns play across the face of a lithe man leaning against the railing of the ship. The man's hair is done into a neat row of braided ponytails, and he wears a plain white T-shirt and khakis as he gazes out at the tranquil ocean.

This is Alex Williams, up-and-coming cruiserweight sensation and GXW newcomer.

"Tranquil, isn't it?" exhales Alex, his eyes directed out across the slowly rolling ocean. "I could've taken a plane to Barcelona, but I seldom get the chance to experience a journey on the high seas. It's peaceful on the water... which, of course, makes it the exact antithesis of the upcoming episode of GXW's Onslaught..."

Williams looks towards the camera, lifting an eyebrow slightly. "Mystical Illusions," he says quietly. "Let's get one thing clear. You're nothing. Don't try and convince yourself otherwise. The fact of the matter is that despite your arrogance... despite your overbearing f*cking cockiness... you really have nothing to brag about. What exactly gives you the right to be as cocky as you are? A victory over Legend? Wonderful. I applaud you for defeating someone who was not only fired, but didn't care enough about the industry to bother promoting his matches - all of which he lost decisively. Big ups. What else do you have to brag about? A victory over Rave, who ALSO got fired? Keep in mind that you won that by disqualification only. In short, luck. Now, what does all this mean? It means, of course, that you have nothing to brag about. So you've managed to hang with the bottom of the barrel... wonderful. Unfortunately, I'm not quite the bottom of the barrel..."

"Now then. Let's get to another point. Do you expect people to take you seriously, Illusions? I hope not... you'd be setting yourself up for disappointment if you did. Do you know WHY nobody takes you seriously? Ignore the fact that you've defeated nobody of consequence... Ignore the fact that you have the verbal prowess of a crack baby... Ignore the fact that you have the biggest mental handicap I've ever seen... there's one thing that makes you the joke that you are."

"You're an elf."

Williams smirks faintly as he continues. "Really, Illusions. Do you honestly expect anyone to take you seriously when you were surgically altered to look like an elf? And do you expect anyone to take you seriously when you underwent the procedure to look like your favorite Dungeons and Dragons character? We have a name for people like you, Illusions. Losers. Your life has to be pretty empty if you're so obsessed with Everquest that you go out and have plastic surgery to transform yourself into an elf. With that in mind... I do suggest you prepare yourself for a lot more time to be spent on Everquest. Why? Because after I finish with you at Onslaught, you'll certainly be in no position to step into a wrestling ring again. The squared circle isn't wheelchair-accessible, and neck braces don't make great ring attire. Luckily, you don't need your legs to waste your life playing Everquest, so being crippled by me shouldn't inconvenience you too much."

"Take my advice, Illusions. Forfeit the match right now. I physically outclass you. I mentally outclass you. And my book of tricks has far more pages than yours, Not only that, I can execute those tricks with much more finesse than you can ever hope to. The odds aren't in your favor, my friend. Forfeiting may be wise for you. However, if you do choose to compete... I'll happily take you down. You'll be the first rung of my ladder to the upper echelons of Global X-Treme Wrestling."

"Illusions... brag if you wish. Laugh me off if you wish. But don't be surprised when I kick your little elfish *ss six ways from Rivendell."

Fade out.
 

GothAC

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I have a riddle for you!

fade from black you see Mystical Illusions, Alexia Butler, Goth, and Ac all in the back of a limo.

MI: I can not beleive that guy. Yeah, Yeah I guess I have been very lucky so far but you making an example of me! Hah, you must really be joking.

Gt: Hey Ryan I have a feeling that this is the first loss you will have in the GXW.

Ac: Yeah man you need to be carefull. This guy is real serious about beating you.

AB: Hey babe they are right but still you can not back down. You have to deliver the Anniahlation to him. Just to prove that you are not a poser or a fake and that you are here to stay and join the upper echilons like Alex was talking about.

MI: Hey Alex I have a riddle for you! What is small and spits over 50 times a minute? Think on that you will find you the answer soon!

AB: Heh Heh, He will never get this one in time!

MI: Greeting from Rivendell Bit(h!

Fade to black
 
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BuffBellows

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Your Mother.

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Mar-05-03 AT 10:18 AM (EST)]"Interesting question... small, and spits fifty times a minute, huh? I'd have to say... your mother."

We fade in, revealing the interior of a plain studio with an "ONSLAUGHT" backdrop dominating the screen. Alex Williams sits in a steel chair in front of the backdrop, holding a can of Dr. Pepper in one hand; he is clad in a white turtleneck and black jeans, with a silver chain encircling his neck.

"Quick question, elf," Williams says, raising one eyebrow. "Exactly what was that, anyway? Was it, perhaps, a coherent promo? No, certainly not; you and your little group of three-year-olds are too young to know the meaning of big words like coherent. Take my advice, elf boy, and head back to grade school. Except this time, LISTEN during English class. Maybe that way you'll develop linguistic skills beyond 'Har har har, Annihilation.' Lord knows it'd help me; I feel like I'm stepping several rungs DOWN the evolutionary ladder just to address you. It's rather annoying, actually."

"And please, cut your so-called 'promos' yourself next time. If I have to listen to the Gothic Alchemy hold your hand and baby you through one more promo, I will vomit. Besides, if you're that desperate for promo advice, you've got the wrong guys giving you guidance. I know I wouldn't want two short bus-riding communist limpd*cks giving ME advice on how to cut a promo - especially those two in particular. Then again, you take what you can get, huh?"

Williams pauses to take a long sip from his Dr. Pepper.

"But it's interesting, MI. None of the things you said intimidates me in the slightest. None of the things you said tell me that you have a snowball's chance in hell of defeating me. If you're too brain-dead to do something as simple as cut a coherent promo that lasts LONGER than six seconds, how the hell do you expect to expect to survive in an actual wrestling ring against someone who's not a complete pushover? As I believe I mentioned before, I outclass you both mentally and physically... but that doesn't mean anything, right? Because you know ALLLLL the tricks in the book, and if all else fails you can waaaaave your magic wand and zap me with your elfish spells of death and destruction and Annihilation."

"In short, you're completely overmatched and will get whipped up on but good."

"With that said, I'm going to get back to my life... I've got nothing more to say to you, my elfish friend, and I'm certainly not impressed enough by you to waste my time making things up to cut you down. So, goodbye."

Exhaling, Williams gets up and walks off the screen as we fade out...
 

GothAC

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You still do not get it do you!!!

Fade from black

You see Mystical Illusions and Alexia Butler sitting in a Bull Fighting arena.

MI: He dear do you know what that bull remindes me of!

AB: No what?

MI: It remindes me of Alex. Large, sweaty and stinky!

The two of them laugh hard for a minute and Mystical Illusions returns to his promo.

MI: You know that the reason that last promo was cut with the Gothac Alchemy is that, well we are good friends and will always remain good friends. The point is that unlike you I have friends who will be there for me unlike you who is a total loner. Come to think of it I do not think we have ever seen you with a woman. That makes some signals go off in my head my dear Alex. One you are just not up for the occasion! (Wink wink) Two you have not found the right one. Or Three you just have not come out of the closet. I beleive that it is the later of the three. Despite all that you have said in your last promos to me I do not find you threatning, at all! You just rant and rave about how you will defeat me and how much you hate my apperance. You know what, I DONT CARE, if you hate me for just being and man turned elf you know what you can suck my D!(k for all I care. And one more thing, you such at cutting a promo. You sit there with a Dr. Pecker and think that you are tough sh!t. Well my freind you are not that tough. Deep inside you are hiding the fact that you suck and think that you can take advantage of smaller people. Well you know what, It will not work on me at all. I am not afraid of you or you impresive size. One way or another I will win this fight!

AB: Ryan the next fight is about to start. You paid good money to see them, stop talking to the camera and watch.

MI: Well I guess I had better go. Listen to me now Alex, I am pissed and upset with the name calling and the derogitory remarks thrown in my direction. I will see you in the ring my friend!

Fade to Black with Annihalation scrolling across the screen.}>
 
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BuffBellows

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Oh, I Get It...

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Mar-07-03 AT 03:59 PM (EST)]Fade in...

A street somewhere in Barcelona. Older architecture is dominant here, with centuries-old buildings lining the sides of the street, their time-weathered forms still standing in a silent affirmation of the old adage - they just don't make 'em like they used to. A few cars cruise by, and a fair-sized crowd mills about on the sidewalk.

Leaning against a wall between two buildings is a familiar sight - Alex Williams, cruiserweight sensation. He wears a knee-length tan jacket over a white turtleneck and jeans as he stands relatively motionless, his eyes closed.

After a moment, he opens his eyes, glancing at the cameraman. "After approximately five seconds of deliberation," he says calmly, "I've come to a rather interesting conclusion... Mystical Illusions is not only illiterate, he's a hypocrite."

"So, Elf, you're pissed that I call you names in my promos? Good. I'm glad. I enjoy pissing people off. Yet interestingly enough, you have absolutely no right to complain. Watch your own promos once in awhile, and you'll notice something interesting. Hmm... could it be that every promo you cut is nothing BUT calling your opponent names? Think about it. In your last promo you called me fat, smelly, gay, weak, insecure, and a loner. I won't deny that last one - because quite frankly, I prefer being alone. My intellect and wit would be wasted on all but a select few in this world; thus, I opt not to deal with these dregs. But getting back to the point... exactly what right do you have to b*tch and moan about me calling you exactly what you are when you're pulling first-grade insults out of your @ss in a vain attempt to sound 'cool'? Exactly. No right. Therefore, you're a hypocrite."

"By the way, please tell me exactly how my sex life is relevant to this match? As I recall, this is a wrestling match. But if you insist on bringing it up, I'll let you know right now that I'm a married man... with two daughters, to boot. Then there's Mystical Illusions and his dearest sexual partner... Miss Bettie the Blow-Up Doll. And don't tell me you're with Alexia, because I'm quite certain that she laughed you off as soon as your trousers hit the floor. Why? Let's just say that your arsenal of wrestling moves definitely includes the... small package..."

"Let's get something clear right now, Elf. Despite your arrogance, you're NOT going to defeat me. Why? Because you're not that good. Because no matter what sort of tricks you have in your playbook, I'll counter them with tricks out of MY playbook - and I assure you, my bag of tricks is deeper than yours can ever hope to be. Why? Because I'm an innovator. I know my wrestling, Elf. Frankly, I have more than enough skill to wrestle more rings around you than you could find in the trunk of a giant redwood. In contrast, the best you can pull out would be pointy ears, first-grade dialogue, and your cute little Annihilation, which is easily countered. I bring the talent, my friend... you bring two meaningless wins, a big mouth, and about a quarter of a brain cell. Sounds to me like the odds are stacked in my favor..."

"And just to point something out... that 'enormous size' of mine that you've been pointing out lately translates to all of a ten-pound weight advantage on my part. I'm a cruiserweight, my sylvan friend. Next time, try to get at least a vague idea of what you're talking about before you speak. But that's not your style, right? No... much better for you just to pull a few outright lies out of your @ss and try to make yourself look like something you're not... such as cool, intimidating, intelligent, or heterosexual..."

Williams smirks very slightly. "I'll leave you with this thought... You think I'm suck? I'm sorry, but the only person sucking around here would have to be someone I mentioned in my last promo... that's right, your dear old mother is at it again. And you know what they say, Elf... Like mother, like son..."

"I'll see you at the Palau Blaugrana, my Rivendellian friend... don't be tardy now. Though I wouldn't be surprised, seeing as you ARE an enormous tard... but I digress. Goodnight."

Rising from the wall, Williams steps out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, vanishing among the crowds as we fade out...
 

GothAC

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The only one who dosn't get it is you!

Fade to black

You see a hilocopter fly over head and it starts to land in a small air field just outside of Barcelona. Mysticall Illusions steps out and the look on his face is one of pure rage and torment. He walks up to the camera and grabs a hold of it and begins speeking.


MI: So you think that my antics are unschooled and child like. You know what! Maybe they are but some people like it, and some do not. Obviously you don't but you know what, I DONT CARE. All I care about now is beating you "panzie red booties".

He then pushes the camera away and starts walking away from the camera.

MI: You know this is a very beautiful city. It looks even nicer from the air. Just like I will see it in the match as I hit you with the Anniahlation. But you think that I am not innovative. Well I will prove you wrong there. I will bring some new moves to the match and see if you crusierweight body can with stand it.

He suddenly stop and turns around to the camera.

MI: Just like the elves in books, I am quick, agile, and gracefull. But you can't see beyond my apperance, and see me for the real wrestler that I am. You still doubt my abilities, yeah you might win. I know that my no losses streak can not go on forever, but you know what! Even if you beat me I will be there still wrestling and still climing my way to the top. Just like you! How do they say it "Fate is not without a sense of irony". I will bring my whole game and I will put up a valiant fight. Because why? It is for the fans, for all the Illusionites out there who love my sense of humor. You have lost site of that my friend during your climb to greatness. To fight the great Zell Hunter one on one in the squared circle. And maybe when one of us wins the title we will face each other again.

He looks down shaking his head and looks up again.

MI: Alex I ask you one simple riddle and you have to be as original as to say my mother! What the hell is that, one of you grade school come backs. My baby sister says that and she is only twelve. I think that you need grow up like you made me grow up! I will admit you have made me reevaluate everything that I could do in a promo! So as I see it, I have grown up a little and you still need to do some yourself.

He then looks down at the ground.

MI: Sorry about some of the comments in my later promos. It was me just venting. But that is in the past and now I will not disapoint all the Illusionist out there waiting to see me finish you with the Anniahlation.

Winking at the camera

MI: Later Alex, I will tell Alexia you said hi! And by the way you still haven't figured out my riddle. Tick Tock, time is almost up.

Fade to black as Mystical Illusions walks away.

FTB With Anniahlation scrolls accros the screen!
 
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OH YOU SO SMART!!!111

[updated:LAST EDITED ON Mar-11-03 AT 00:16 AM (EST)]Fade in to a plain production room backstage at the Palau Blaugrana. A television set sits on a table on one side of the shot; it displays a blue screen at the moment. Sitting next to the TV is Alex Williams, clad in khakis and a black "MUFFIN MAN" T-shirt. He sits in a steel chair, arms folded across his chest and a smirk adorning his face.

"Oh, come now, Elf Boy," Williams says expansively, raising his hands. "We already got past your little riddle. You asked me what's small and spits fifty times a minute, and I said it was your mother. What, are you telling me that your mother SWALLOWS fifty times a minute? That's... that's really something."

"But let's cut to the chase, shall we? For your own sake, stop responding to my promos. By now, it's pretty much obvious that I'm talking more rings around you than you could find in an earring store, not to mention making you look like a complete fool - and why shouldn't I? Look at yourself. With every promo I cut, you get angrier and angrier. Awwww... am I pissing you off, little baby? Too bad. If you can't take a few insults like a man, then I suggest you get out of this industry. And it doesn't cut it to respond to my promos with my own material. I mean, honestly - do you think it makes you sound cool and intelligent when you respond to my calling you a child by going 'I know you are, but what am I?'. Then again, who would expect wit or intellect from someone who has plastic surgery to turn himself into an elf?"

"Speaking of which... Of COURSE I enjoy trashing your little elf image. Why not? It's the most absurd thing I've ever seen. Honestly, your life has to be pretty damn pathetic if your idol is a FICTIONAL ROLEPLAYING CHARACTER - a character you love SO much, you just CAN'T HELP but go out and get plastic surgery to look like him. That's like saying you love Mickey Mouse, so you want to look just like him when you grow up. Pretty pathetic, huh? The point of this, MI, is that your appearance speaks volumes about the sort of person you are - empty, pathetic, small-minded, and above all a loser. But what do I know, right? The Ancient Wisdom of the High Elves far exceeds my meek human wit..."

"But you know what? I'm going to do you a favor right now. I'm going to give you a free lesson in how to cut a promo. Listen carefully now..."

Picking up a remote control from the top of the television, Williams hits the play button. The screen flickers to Mystical Illusions' recent promo.


MI: So you think that my antics are unschooled and child like. You know what! Maybe they are but some people like it, and some do not. Obviously you don't but you know what, I DONT CARE. All I care about now is beating you "panzie red booties".

Williams pauses the tape. "I can certainly SEE that you don't care, because you continue to act like a child," he says pointedly. "And quite frankly, I think I'm capable of beating a child... especially when that child's best insult is 'Mr. Pansy Red Booties.' Oooooh, I'm so hurt. Struck to the heart." He unpauses the tape.

MI: You know this is a very beautiful city. It looks even nicer from the air. Just like I will see it in the match as I hit you with the Anniahlation.

Pause. "What exactly does that mean? You're going to do the Annihilation out of the helicopter so you can see the city as you plummet to your death? Think through your lines before you say them, you illiterate fool." Unpause.

MI: But you think that I am not innovative. Well I will prove you wrong there. I will bring some new moves to the match and see if you crusierweight body can with stand it.

Pause. "News flash: You're a cruiserweight, too. Which means, of course, that by talking about my "little cruiserweight body" - a body type which YOU possess - you've just made yourself look like a total idiot. Wow... shocker." Unpause.

MI: Just like the elves in books, I am quick, agile, and gracefull. But you can't see beyond my apperance, and see me for the real wrestler that I am. You still doubt my abilities...

Pause. "We already touched on this. But let's summarize: Your appearance tells me all I need to know about you, and I can wrestle many many rings around you." Unpause.

MI: ...yeah you might win.

"Might?" Williams snorts, not pausing the tape.

MI: I know that my no losses streak can not go on forever, but you know what! Even if you beat me I will be there still wrestling and still climing my way to the top. Just like you! How do they say it "Fate is not without a sense of irony".

Pause. "Exactly what did that quote have to do with anything? And you got it wrong. It's 'Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of humor.' See? If you had half a brain cell, you'd have known that." Unpause.

MI: I will bring my whole game and I will put up a valiant fight. Because why? It is for the fans, for all the Illusionites out there who love my sense of humor.

Pause. "What Illusionites? Note the fact that your matches are pretty much seen as piss breaks. Oh, you must be talking about your mother. Then again, I'm personally convinced that when she sees you on TV, she holds her head in her hands and moans, 'Where did I go wrong?'" Unpause.

MI: You have lost site of that my friend during your climb to greatness.

Pause. "So I've lost sight of the fact that I'm supposed to wrestle for your millions and millions of Illusionites who love your sense of humor? Or that I'm supposed to dance around like a monkey and play to the drunken fans all day? Get a life. I'm in this industry to feed my kids, NOT to please the yokels in the crowd." Unpause.

MI: fight the great Zell Hunter one on one in the squared circle. And maybe when one of us wins the title we will face each other again.

Pause. "Pry your lips off of Zell Hunter's *ss. By the way, that 'Great Zell Hunter' of yours got whipped up on but good by Dean Matthews last week. It takes a lot of greatness to be the Show Stealer's b*tch, I guess." Unpause.

MI: Alex I ask you one simple riddle and you have to be as original as to say my mother!

"I'm unoriginal?" Alex says with a snort.

MI: What the hell is that, one of you grade school come backs. My baby sister says that and she is only twelve.

Pause. "Oddly, she's still more mature than you." Unpause.

MI: I think that you need grow up like you made me grow up! I will admit you have made me reevaluate everything that I could do in a promo!

Pause. "No I haven't. You're still spouting off the same old drivel." Unpause.

MI: So as I see it, I have grown up a little and you still need to do some yourself.

Pause. "You, telling ME to grow up? That's a laugh." Unpause.

MI: Sorry about some of the comments in my later promos. It was me just venting. But that is in the past and now I will not disapoint all the Illusionist out there waiting to see me finish you with the Anniahlation.

Pause. "Wait, wait, wait... are they Illusionites, or Illusionists? I've heard both in this promo. But whatever... I guess both the Illusionites AND the Illusionists are in for a big disappointment, because the only thing facing Annihilation around here would be your 'big' winning streak. Not to mention your professional career." Unpause.

MI: Later Alex, I will tell Alexia you said hi! And by the way you still haven't figured out my riddle. Tick Tock, time is almost up.

"We covered this already."

Fade to black as Mystical Illusions walks away.

FTB With Anniahlation scrolls accros the screen!


Alex stops the tape and glances back towards the camera. "Did that help?" he asks. "I hope so. Maybe now you'll be able to cut a promo that DOESN'T give me the urge to gouge my eyes out and stuff a boat hook through my ears. But knowing you... I wouldn't count on it. Maybe once I knock a few of your teeth down your throat and rearrange your face so badly that you'll look like a Pablo Picasso painting, you'll get the message. Speaking of messages, here's one: I am NOT about to let my GXW debut wind up spoiled by some pointy-eared FREAK with the IQ of drywall putty. One way or another, MI, you're going down faster than your dear old mum on any man alive."

"See you later, Elf Boy... I can't wait for your next batch of generic drivel..."

Fade out.
 

GothAC

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sicks and stones

Fade from black

You see Mystical Illusions sitting on a chair in front of the onslaught back drop.

MI: You know Alex thanks for the help. If I wanted an a$$hole to show me how to cut a promo I would ask you. As for the Illusionists they are out there paying there money to feed even your children. But lets cut to the chase, I realize you know I do not care about your constant bantering and put downs. They do not hurt, I realize that it is your way to let go of your unreleased anger. However, I realize you might win but I will not give up so easily. I will make you work for your win and if you beat me then I will get up and congradulate you on a victory worth winning!

Mystical looks down

MI: You know that after I had my plastic work done that I became an outcast. The only ones that took me in where the Gothac Alchemy. When my mother died my father went into depression.

He then looks up with a large smile

MI: Just like you when I beat you A$$ tonight in the squared circle.

He then looks down again

MI: I have only one thing to say about the mother jokes. It will stop or I will cost you I assure you! And I mean that!

He looks square into the camera and laughs

MI: I have other things to do now! So see your degrading promo later.

Mystical Illusions walks away and stops

MI: I just have one more thing to say: F($K YOU

as he holds out his middle finger and walks off.

Fade to black with anniahlation scrolls across the screen
 
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BuffBellows

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Survey Says: STICKS And Stones.

Quite abruptly, the shot cuts from black right to a studio dominated by a black backdrop. Alex Williams sits on a stool in front of the backdrop. He is wrapping his wrist with athletic tape, not bothering to look at the camera.

"Now THAT was quite a promo, Elf Boy," Williams says as he continues to wind the tape. "I'd say it qualifies as the dumbest thing I've ever watched. I think I've been scarred for life, my friend. Honestly, whenever you open your mouth, I want to strap pork chops to my face and jump off a bridge into a sea full of starving sharks. You're just that stupid. Case in point: One of the threats you delivered at the end. I quote - 'When my mother died my father went into depression. Just like you when I beat you A$$ tonight in the squared circle.' First off, it's YOUR @ss. Second, what does that MEAN? My mother's going to die when you beat me and make my father go into depression? Third, aren't you being a little contradictory? One minute you're sitting on the fence and saying that I might just beat you, then you turn around and say that you WILL beat me no matter what. Get your story straight."

"So my little barbs don't hurt you, do they, Elf Boy? Interesting. Is that why in your last promo, you were all worked up and b*tching about how you were pissed off about me insulting you? Is that why in the promo before that, you were b*tching and moaning about how what I was saying offended you? Again, you need to get your stories straight before you go running your rather large mouth. Unless, of course, you enjoy looking like an idiot. I wouldn't be surprised."

Williams finally looks up, an eyebrow quirked. "But I noticed something interesting that you said, Elf Boy. You said that your 'Illusionists' are the ones paying to feed my kids."

Promptly, Williams' face turns hard.

"You stupid son of a b*tch, do you have any IDEA what you're talking about? Do your little Illusionists pay for my kids' clothes? Do your little Illusionists pay for my kids' education? DO YOUR F*CKING RETARDED ILLUSIONISTS COME INTO MY HOUSE AND PAY FOR MY DAUGHTERS' F*CKING THREE MEALS A DAY?! NO! YOUR F*CKING ILLUSIONISTS AREN'T PAYING FOR ANYTHING, BECAUSE EVERYTHING MY DAUGHTERS HAVE HAS COME OUT OF MY F*CKING WALLET, OUT OF MY F*CKING BLOOD, SWEAT, AND TEARS, YOU LIMP-WRISTED FREAK OF NATURE!!! I DIDN'T SPEND YEARS WORKING THE INDY CIRCUIT FOR PENNIES TO FEED MY FAMILY JUST SO SOME EVOLUTIONARY THROWBACK COULD TELL ME THAT HE'S RAISED MY KIDS!!! You want to talk about regrettable actions - you've just made one of your own. Come Onslaught, I'm going to make you rue the day you ever uttered those words... and I'm going to carve the price of each and every meal my daughters eat out of your F*CKING SKIN!!!"

"Freak... your week's just gotten a whole lot worse... because at Onslaught, I'll be more than earning my family's meal ticket..."

Fade out...
 

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